Open Poetry #15 |
For Him---written for my son with Serenity |
Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
The nesting instinct is strong, as I feel you, awkward, already hating to be cooped up Jumping at the fragile shell of separation there--Inside suffocating... outside--always mother waiting. In fear that every crack in shell too soon---a roadmap straight to hell is all that every mother sees As baby kicks his way to free she sits upon the shell she feels a kick, upon ass dwell and every jump which makes her toss ignites the spark of her own loss Pain in the cracks pain of a lifetime forgotten in his eyes in his first cry Like a sound surreal firstborn the sound of something new--forlorn lost and wanting in this world that makes a mother yearn unfurled Whimpers tug on breasts grown full mothers milk a gift a tool eager lips and fingers tug hearts expand a mothers love Yes in meet as lips suck teet-- the bond of love the joy of greet A shackle born a prison made a lifelong dream a wish fulfilled a child is born And in the shade of mother's milk a life is made. He grows at length he learns to be he frets at the love he yearns to be free And if you want that child to walk? Release him from the hip-- He'll balk and beg to be picked up again... But let him walk...become a man. His own two feet he learns to run no looking back gathering bruises and the scrapes of life We feel each brushburn knees of strife and wish that we could slow him down.... but life is fast---it's swim or drown. So we let them feel the hurt the horrors of the hearts that burst every fall along the way was meant to light another day-- FOR HIM |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Compliments to the both of you! You make a good wrting team! This is a wonderful perspective of the depth and emotion of a mother's love. I appreciated the uniqueness of the presentation. This is a very appropriate ending.... "And if you want that child to walk? Release him from the hip-- He'll balk and beg to be picked up again... But let him walk...become a man. His own two feet he learns to run no looking back gathering bruises and the scrapes of life We feel each brushburn knees of strife and wish that we could slow him down.... but life is fast---it's swim or drown. So we let them feel the hurt the horrors of the hearts that burst every fall along the way was meant to light another day-- FOR HIM" Excellent work! Bravo!! |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Yes..very nicely done..a good team it would seem... I enjoyed!! |
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